Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2014 23:00:32 GMT -5
 | take up your sword engrave into thy soul HATE THE RICH, HATE THE HAPPY, HATE THE COMPLACENT. TV WATCHERS, BEER DRINKERS, THE SATISFIED ONES. BECAUSE I KNOW I CAN BE ALL THOSE LITTLE HATEFUL THINGS AND THEN I HATE MYSELF FOR REALIZING THAT. BE SAFE, BE SAFE. |
0000 WORDS @tag TAGGED notes WORDS | Ivalice. The land of mystery, mythical creatures, and fantasy just waiting to be explored by the adventurers of yore. Good, evil, and sometimes just plain devoid all were welcomed to partake in the land's grand quests. A wonderful setting for the fantasy stories that childrens were lulled to sleep with back in her world. The world devoid of such possibilities. Where men were chained by the laws of Chronos, and females subjugated under social tensions. A cruel, cruel world. You wouldn't face the threat of being impaled by a Behemoth's horn, but worrying whether a fellow hume would reap your rewards after gutting your stomach open while you slept. Illua smirked at the thought. Both worlds were indeed, cruel and unforgiving. That was why she, under the guidance of a godly slave, returned to the land of the living. To set forth a sense of order to upset the established rule. A rule, tyrannical in nature, that was set by the whims of the gods. While they balance their scales with the lives of their sub-servants, she had been scouring the lands to better understand the efforts of those before her. From the noble Solidor family, to the tale of the Fifty-Year War, there was much to learn and record within her mind. Illua had become proficient at condensing information with her Grimoire, as well as begun to understand just what it was she had to wield. A medium to true magick and miracles. She simply needed to understand the processes behind the phenomenon. To do so though, she was brought to the peaks of Mount Germinas. Starting from a royal archive located in the Imperial City of Zeltennia, she discovered a tome that spoke of Ivalice's magical energy distribution and what balanced them. Scions, which had a form of sorts during the Ivalice she hailed from, were apparently still in existence in this time era. "These lands have grown dark and dismal. A stark contrast in setting, yet the answer does not come forth." Illua prosed to herself, as she thoughtfully let her hand move across the earthen body of the peaks. "How disappointing." She had noticed that the hume population increased since her last visit and was mainly due to Ivalice's differing geography. Time had shifted into a dark ages of sort, and many of the races have gone into hiding because of the world's change in magical energy. Moogles not the crafty engineers as before, and Viera's home woods were naught but cinderblocks and farmlands. It had placed Illua into a foul mood. In order for her plan to even start, the land's life force had to be replenished. These dark ages were the handiwork of the world's gods, and she refused to be chained by such restrictions. Her hand stopped after igniting a bright orange crest in the shape of a emblem-like mountain. Illua charged a dose of magic to scan and identify the source. The result pleased her. "A mark of Hashmal, Bringer of Order. Terra energy is strong in these parts." Illua remarked, noticing that her Grimoire glowed bright with ethereal text displaying the history of the Zodiac Brave. |
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